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The sadness of her tears.
I’m not here to detail the accounts of growing up with Sickle cell Disease because I know that majority of you reading this story know what obtains, rather I’m here to detail the account of the pain I felt of being viewed as an outcast by my siblings and my parents.
Free at last.
Sometimes when one suffers untold rejection it could cause them to turn their anger inwards
A little gift for you.
What I’m about to say today is very short. I know I’d said a while back that I had no intentions of […]
Unite with me – Don’t take it out on me.
I seem to be writing a whole lot of articles of late so I decided to map a new category on the […]
Is it true that I shouldn’t?
Sometimes living with Sickle Cell Disease could give one a thousand limitations to live by, but guess what? Such limitations don’t define […]
I wish for better.
In fact when I think about the term “mood swing” I find it very puzzling.
Watch this space.
“Tough times never last, tough people do” ― Robert H. Schuller. Thinking once more about it, I’m trying to apply the above quote to […]
Why upset each other?
I had a full plate last weekend so it was quite impossible to juggle that with sending a new blog post.Just last […]
Let it out.
I started a project two years ago and abandoned it, why? because I lacked the vision to move it forward. Fast forward […]
Take time out to listen.
Blogging and searching for posts isn’t as easy as it looks. There are days when life gives you hints and there are […]